Thick as a Brick

Hope you don't mind if I sit this one out.
My words but a whisper — your debt a work-out.
The news makes you feel but it cant make you think.
Your score’s in the gutter — your price in the drink.

So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all your Serinesque deals and
Your loan men don’t know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the sand-castle values are all swept away in
The tidal destruction
The moral melee.
The seismic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
The unsuited prey.
But your hummers are worn at the wheels and
Your credit card’s starting to squeal and
Your loan men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

Losing My Investment

This one didn't take much to bend it toward a parody:

Midi
Video

Oh, debt is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
Malfeasance in your eyes
Oh no, I've said too much
I screwed it up

(chorus)
That's me in a corner
That's me in the spotlight, I'm
Losing my investment
Trying to keep up with Jones
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've risked too much
I haven't saved enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I caught the ring
I think I thought I heard you sigh

Every sliver
Of every waking hour I'm
Counting my possessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no, I've said too much
I messed it up
Consider this
Consider this
The bust of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I caught the ring
I think I thought I heard you sigh.

But that was just a scheme
That was just a dream

(repeat chorus)

But that was just a scheme
Try, cry, why try?
That was just a scheme
Just a scheme, just a dream
Dream

Foreclosures 'R Us

I read a story in the LATimes this morning about Deputy Strickland, a foreclosure process agant. I have no idea why it made me think of a 1970's song by Rod Stewart, but it did.

Video

Midi

Who’s that knocking on my door
Its gotta be a quarter to four
Is it you again coming round once more
Well you can serve me now if you want
But that doesn’t mean that I’ll be gone
Im talkin to you
Foreclosed, kicking me out
Foreclosed, I can scream and shout
Foreclosed, I was such a fool
I want some money…

Got a most persuasive gun
You’re ruining all my fun
But what you don’t understand
Im a working man
Need another shot of HELOC money
Before the time the bank’s finished with me
Im talking to you
Foreclosed, what is up with that?
Foreclosed, why you dirty rat
Foreclosed, took my Hummer too,
I need some money…

(breakdown, solo)

Imagine how my lifestyle felt
Now you’ve whacked me upside with a smelt
Thirty Five years old
Now this the hand I’m dealt

I’m in hock right up to my neck
Making me a financial wreck
Im talking to you
Foreclosed, got the subprime blues
Foreclosed, send me back to school
Foreclosed, I was such a fool
I want some money…

Foreclosed, made me a mark
Foreclosed, guess I’m not so sharp
Foreclosed, keep your threats to yourself
I need some money…
Foreclosed, you’re kicking me out
Foreclosed, I can scream and shout
Foreclosed, send me back to school
I want some money…

Smells Like HELOC Spirit

Video

Pop up some corn
N’ bring your friends
Its fun to lose
And to pretend
He’s a landlord
So self assured
I know I know
A dirty word

HELOC (x 16)

With sub-prime out it’s less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
Calling out for
Gordon Gekko
Go with gusto
Liarrhea
Yea

I’m worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end

HELOC (x 16)

With Alt-A out it’s less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
Calling out for
Gordon Gekko
Go with gusto
Liarrhea
Yea

And I forget
Just what it takes
And yet I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard
Its hard to find
Oh well, whatever, nevermind

HELOC (x 16)

With sub-prime out it’s less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
Calling out for
Gordon Gekko
Go with gusto
Liarrhea
Liarrhea
Liarrhea
Liarrhea
…